Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.